The Perfect Catch

They went out to wine and dineHe charmed her with his flattery finePretty and carefree, she seemed shy, yet boldHer mind on what he can get her… dresses, dinner, maybe gold.The drinks were served, the oldest wineHe went on to fake an enjoyment divineShe had a glass…one more… a few.Confessed with eyes downcast, this to her, was newGood food, fancy restaurants and shiny plattersShe said she was illiterate in such matters.So naïve, he thought in today’s age and daySuch a perfect candidate for an easy layVictory, he thought, with half a smileAnother feather in his cap, another walked mileHe ordered the high priced number 68.She said softly she did not mind staying late.So gullible, she thought, as she smiled at himWomen, they can fleece any man at whim.A smile, a touch… one held gazeOne sweet word can start a craze.“I’ll keep her around, till I find someone hot.”While her, “He’ll do for a weekend’s spot.Games, oh games… Such a perfect matchNeither ready to give, only all set to snatchSoon enough, they’d scout for a fresher batch.For now, each had their perfect catch.